Wendell Berry’s “Grace” (1967) “Be still. Be still”
I remember sitting in the church entrance
The sign read – ‘Be calm, be still’
Those simple words kept me falling from grace – from this world
It’s simple message cut through the chattering
And the darkness of how I felt
It made me smile. It made me cry
Why couldn’t people speak so clearly in the ‘real’ world
How could they confuse me and lead me adrift
Now, I repeat it as a mantra when I struggle in my hours
Breathe and take one moment at a time
I would never choose to go back
I wonder now if the letters and ink have faded
I know however, that with time and thought
Those words have seeded themselves like trunk roots in my soul and my being.
JAE ROSE 
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